Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 267 From City Hero to Internet Celebrity Brother (Part )

The first match is between the War King and Abaddon.

Of course, this Abaddon is not Abaddon Benton the Destroyer.

If I were to come in person, Twin Towers City would have to enter a state of war readiness.

This Abaddon is just a low-level devil, but Asmodeus gave these devils who came to Fearin to compete a scary name.

It's the same as his opponent calling himself the King of War.

Having a name is a privilege only for high-level devils. Ordinary legion soldiers can at most use their characteristics as titles like orcs, or directly distinguish themselves by numbers like Drogo's group of goblins.

The two contestants walked to the battle sand table amid the roar of the audience.

As the War King walked, he waved his arms upwards, signaling the audience to shout louder.

He really does look like a big scene guy.

The prediction made during the interview came true, people were really cheering for the War King, even though most people didn't know who he was, just because he was fighting for the Twin Towers City.

Many of the audience here today have never completed Red Alert, and some have never even played it.

That is, a group of "cloud players".

It sounds absurd, but this is actually a very common audience composition. As long as it is a popular competitive event, it is bound to have a large number of followers who only watch but do not play.

"He looks very confident. He should be able to win the first game."

In the box, the city lord asked.

Toto poured cold water on the situation, "Whether he is sure or not, he looks confident."

On the battle stage, the two sand tables are very close to each other and tilted at 45 degrees, which is convenient for operation. It also allows the two players to be almost face to face without being able to see the picture on the opponent's sand table.

This distance is to encourage players to trash talk each other.

Both sides are even equipped with recording spells, with no regard for the level of civilization, and they will release any insults they dare to make.

Typing taunt?

Too mild.

You should just look the other person in the eye and mock him!

It not only tests one's gaming skills, but also one's eloquence and ability to withstand pressure.

However, only trash talking is encouraged, not physical contact.

So the contestants are actually surrounded by a circle of transparent protective spells.

Only by wearing the corresponding player card can you enter the corresponding barrier.

There is also a larger barrier covering both players at the same time.

This layer is used for sound insulation, which is much better than the glass soundproof room and can effectively prevent the audience from reporting the sound.

The game officially begins, with two wins in three games. Each side chooses a map, and the map for the deciding game is random.

The first map is the War King’s self-selected map.

He chose a steady and cautious tactic, quickly developing high-level troops, hoping to win the selected map without any surprises.

However, he was still as arrogant as ever, fighting and reporting false information at the same time.

"I'm going to steal home, I'm going to steal home."

"Watch out, Hell, there's an engineer hiding in this tank!"

"Haha, you've been fooled."

"I saw you creating a forbidden magic circle, but unfortunately, your speed is too slow!"

Abaddon on the opposite side said nothing, but operated silently, and his operation frequency was much lower than that of the War King.

The War King believed that his verbal offensive was effective, and seeing that he had the upper hand on the situation, he began to report real information and exert pressure.

"Let me count. I have more Discipline Paladins than your Thorn Demons and Obscene Demons combined."

"What should I do? What should I do? Are you panicking?"

"My Knights are coming."

"Haha, you don't have much time left!"

Just as the War King said, the Discipline Paladins under his command destroyed Abaddon's base with their absolute superiority in manpower.

"Nothing more than that." The War King said this before rushing to the front of the stage, jumping high, punching the air, and celebrating directly, igniting the emotions of the audience.

The referee had to urge him to return to the sandbox and start the next round.

Because a round of Red Alert lasts only about ten minutes at most, there is no rest time between each round, only a five-minute interval when changing players.

The King of War returned to his designated position in a sullen manner. He even walked backwards facing the audience and put one hand on his ear, signaling them to cheer louder.

However, in the box, Toto, who really understood the situation, still had a stern face.

"It seems that the devil is just so-so," the city lord took a sip of wine, "not as strong as the rumors say, and it seems that the operation is not smooth."

This is the only part that the city lord can understand besides the base explosion. Game masters operate with very fast hands, so hand speed can indirectly represent combat power.

The one called Abaddon doesn't look good.

Grace had no choice but to explain to Chunyun's father, "Father, Abaddon was testing the War King's condition today. He didn't attack many times when he had the chance to attack first. He also liked to drag out the first round in training matches."

"so?"

"So the War King doesn't have much advantage now."

Even a disadvantage.

Grace didn't say the second half of the sentence.

The War King has defeated Abaddon many times in training matches, but the victory would never take more than five minutes. If it dragged on for too long, it would basically be a failure.

But in today's official game, he did not use his best quick break tactics.

The War King was not as relaxed as he looked, he was nervous.

In front of the sand table, the War King was still talking nonstop, "Come on, I'm going to beat up the five of you, and then I'm going to open some sparkling wine at the celebration party!"

Sparkling wine is a type of wine that bursts out bubbles when the bottle is opened. The most representative type is called champagne.

As we all know, champagne should not be opened before the battle is won.

After being silent for the entire round, Abaddon finally spoke, "Your heartbeat is fast and your breathing is erratic."

“Because I’m excited.”

"I think it's fear."

"you!"

The War King was speechless, and Abaddon had already launched his attack.

The second game was a crushing victory.

The Grand Arena in Twin Towers City was turned into a library.

The War King was clearly aware that his hands were shaking, but he couldn't control it.

Stay calm, stay calm, just like in the training match, it's ok, we can win the final game...

Amidst the crazy self-suggestion, the final round begins.

The King of War judged the map of this game, which was a rich mine map, and the economy was very important.

He planned to start the game normally, building a mine first, then moving the base, building another mine, and occupying two mining areas.

Just like that, if we follow the plan, we can win. After all, that Abaddon doesn't play a rush attack...

Just as the War King was packing up his base and dragging it around, a small unit suddenly popped out of the fog of war.

It is a parasitic little devil from the Devil camp that can seize control of a vehicle.

Includes base in stowed position.

Before the War King could take any action to respond, the parasitic devil took control of his base.

Now, he can't build any units.

"Give up," Abaddon said calmly, "You are already defeated, save some time."

……

Looking at the back of the War King walking off the stage in disgrace, the City Lord tapped the armrest of his chair anxiously, "This War King is not considered a strong player in our team, right?"

Grace gave the answer that the city lord did not want to hear, "He has the second highest winning rate in our team. We arranged him to be the first to play in the game so that we can have a good start and put pressure on the devil." But now it seems that the result is to put pressure on herself.

"Maybe the devil thinks so too. Our No. 2 player beat the opponent's No. 2 player 2 to 1. That's acceptable, right?"

However, Grace had no intention of comforting her father, the cloud player. "Abaddon is the worst in the devil team."

After a while, the city lord asked again, "How many people do you think our commander can fight at most?"

Grace didn't answer.

The box fell into complete silence.

Just as Grace said, the three Sons of the Twin Towers who came on stage one after another only won one game against Abaddon.

The worst player of the Devil Team defeated four players in a 1-on-4 situation.

The audience, who were supportive at the beginning, gradually lost their voices and fell silent. The little hope they had left was destroyed by Abaddon game after game, until the audience was laughed at and started to compare who was worse.

"I heard that there were several places where they were defeated 5-1, or even shut out. We won two games after all, so it's not that bad."

Of course, not all viewers are so optimistic.

Some people didn't want to watch any more and left directly.

Some even directly criticized, "We came from far away suburbs to support you, and you beat us like this, do you think you deserve us? Damn, give us back our money!"

Amidst the constant cries of "give me your money back", Lyon, the last player of the Twin Towers who no one considered a hope for, walked to the sandbox with his hands in his pockets.

"Your own kind no longer support you," Abaddon became the one who made the sarcastic remarks, "How pitiful! If you beg me, I might consider letting you play a round and let you lose with dignity."

Leon was unmoved and replied: "You are not as good as me, so you want to interfere with me with words. You are afraid."

"Ha, the devil warriors won't be afraid, your idea is ridiculous."

Leon didn't reply, chose his camp, and waited for the battle to begin.

How to gain audience support?
It's simple, give them hope.

Even if they end up losing, we must let them see our determination to fight and a glimmer of hope for victory in the process.

As long as this is the case, the audience will support it unreservedly.

Eight minutes later, Lyon defeated Abaddon 2-0 without any twists and turns in the process. It seemed as if there was more than one level difference between the two teams.

After winning, Lyon did not celebrate and did not return to the locker room.

A five-minute break doesn't provide much of a break.

This is also the charm of the round-robin battle.

He pointed his index finger toward the audience.

This is the first one, just the beginning.

Tens of thousands of spectators instantly burst into cheers even louder than at the opening ceremony, and they saw hope again.

Upon hearing the reaction in the arena, the audience who had already left the venue hurried back to see what was going on.

Unfortunately, there was no chance to re-enter the venue, and everyone could only gather in front of the Magic Vision window on the street.

Lyon is indeed a strong captain who has shown his dominating strength on the field.

Two to zero, another two to zero, still two to zero.

Just like the arrogant Abaddon just now, he also completed a one-on-four victory against the devil.

What's more, he didn't lose a single game, and the average time for a game was only five minutes.

Every devilish opponent was easily defeated by him.

"One against five! One against five!"

There were no more cries for a refund from the audience, but instead new slogans.

The devil's captain walked onto the stage with square steps, facing the same situation that Lyon had faced fifty minutes ago.

"Can we win?" Even Grace couldn't keep calm anymore and asked Toto, the most professional player in the box.

"It's hard to say, it's really hard to say," Toto was unsure. "Maybe, maybe Lyon has a bigger advantage. He is in very good form now and looks like he is completely immersed in the game. If he can maintain this, he can win."

On the stage, the devil's captain said to Leon: "You are a respectable opponent, but unfortunately, I must win this game, for myself and for my comrades."

Leon didn't answer.

Judging from the recordings of the on-site spells, Leon hadn't said a word or moved for more than half an hour, as if he was a machine that only knew how to play games.

The first game started and Lyon won.

However, the process was a bit bumpy and took eight minutes.

The second game continued and Lyon won again.

But it took more than ten minutes.

The audience did not notice Lyon's abnormality and were already in a frenzy, shouting: "Three to zero! Three to zero!"

"What a pity," the devil's captain was not nervous at all in the face of an extremely disadvantageous score. "If you and I were not the captain, you would have won by now. However, your hands are about to give out."

Hearing what the devil commander said, Leon, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke.

"It's enough to win you."

But both sides understood that the moment Lyon responded, it was tantamount to admitting the problem of the hand.

Perhaps because he had trained too hard before, he injured his wrist at a young age. Grace asked a pastor to treat him, but he needed to rest after the treatment.

He can't rest.

The problem continues to this day.

After ten games, his right wrist felt like someone was piercing it with a spike.

Lyon is just holding on.

I have worked so hard for so long, I can’t give up at the last moment.

The third game begins.

Everyone could see that Lyon was making more and more operational mistakes.

He changed from a "machine" back to a human being.

When Lyon made frequent mistakes and the situation became increasingly unfavorable, the devil's main player was not in a hurry to end the game. Instead, he deliberately left some flaws to make Lyon mistakenly believe that there was still a chance to turn the tables.

"Is he playing with Leon?" Grace felt a little reluctant. Although Leon was the main player, he was only a teenager this year.

“It shouldn’t be a joke. Leon has been tortured to death.”

Drogo chimed in.

He also didn't expect that a teenage boy would be tortured to death by a devil who was over a hundred years old.

How can this be justified?

"What are you cooking?"

"Old man, metaphorically," Drogo explained, "is to deplete Leon's strength. It looks like he's still injured, so let's increase the impact of his injury. In short, it's to increase our chances of winning the last two games."

"despicable."

Grace cursed under her breath.

But she also knew in her heart that this was a very reasonable tactic, and if the devil had the same weakness, she would let her team members use it without hesitation.

The third round lasted for a full fifteen minutes before it ended when the devil's main general released his forbidden technique.

Without rest, the fourth game began.

Lyon tried to finish the game quickly, but a quick attack requires precise micro-management.

He couldn't do it anymore.

The devil's main general was even more excessive in this round. It dragged on for twenty minutes and only ended when Lyon surrendered.

The atmosphere on the scene reached a low point again.

It was more desperate than when one was outnumbered four at a time.

It is always painful to see a little hope and then lose it.

When you are about to win, this situation is usually called the ultimate waste of time.

(End of this chapter)